Captain

"Aye, come with me, wench," the captain grunts, grabbing your arm, as he yanks you across the ship, toward the sleeping quarters.

As you're being dragged through the crew, you see the lust in their eyes. In an uncomfortable way, you enjoy the attention.

"Argh, you be lookin' nervous as a child that be thrown ta Davy Jones himself," the captain starts, "Now how 'bout we start here, ay?"

You nervously try to wriggle out of his tight grip, but he only tightenshis grip more, then grabs your ass with his other hand, pushing you against his front. You can feel that your struggling has begun to arouse him.

You feel a combination of disgust, and arousing heat between your legs.

You don't show any emotion, this time.

He slowly, but roughly thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself harder against you.